The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

As if he was grabbing onto a chick, Sandra held Samuel and turned around.

Then, he saw a tall and burly disciple standing behind him.

The disciple had chiseled jaws and almond-shaped eyes.

With his extremely cold expression, one could tell that he was a nasty person at a glance.

“You are?” Sandra looked at the person in front of him.

When Samuel saw the person, his eyes lit up.

Then, with a flushed face, he said with great difficulty, ”John… John… Save me…”

John did not even spare a glance at Samuel.

“Someone wants me to break one of your arms and legs, and hand over those spirit stones that don’t belong to you.

Are you going to do it yourself, or do you need my help?”

”Oh?” Sandra glanced at Samuel.

Samuel was so terrified that he felt his soul almost leaving his body.

When he felt the murderous intent that Sandra emitted, Samuel felt his internal organs tremble.

“No… It’s not me… It’s…” Samuel was about to mention Peter, but at the thought of the consequences being worse, Samuel bit his tongue.

However, the fear in his eyes was obvious.

Although Sandra was not as proficient in the pathway to immortality as these disciples who were in the sect for a long time, the wisdom of the ways of the world was common sense.

Hence, when Sandra saw Samuel’s expression, he gave it a quick thought and instantly understood.

The disciple Samuel addressed as John was probably sent by his support.

After all, Sandra was also suspicious as to why Samuel, who was only a mid-level first-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator, would have so many spirit stones?

Did he really think all the peak first-stage disciples were blind and foolish?

Sandra realized that Samuel was only the lapdog of the disciples in the higher realm than him.

naturally slightly higher than Samuel’s, and

Samuel to the

his seemingly casual action caused a loud bang,

again, and his

John and sneered, “Breaking my arm and leg? If the patrol team sees it, your sect contribution points

just said those words, but

thought Sandra was afraid, and

“Don’t worry about it.

same sect will at most only deduct five to eight sect contribution

when you kill someone

and

quietly remembered

that you’re not planning to act

me for being rude!” John roared, “Witness the strength of a mid-level

of Albert, and he showed

the slap even arrived, the next palm

falling after one another,

split seconds, the surrounding air appeared to have condensed into a block of steel plate, wanting

attacked, Sandra felt that although Samuel and John were of the same realm,

another ordinary disciple facing John, they would have admitted defeat Unfortunately for John,

eyes were cold as he used the

received the founder’s blessings, Sandra’s

he showcased it, his footwork had a sense of indescribable

Sandra was only moving between a few square meters, the Ursa Major’s Blurred Shadows seemed

John’s expressions instantly changed.

saw such an agile movement like Sandra’s, nor had he heard of it

he had already attacked, there was

out dozens of palms which immediately

palms condensed

Bang!

a muffled explosion, and visible airwaves were formed,

as he did not manage to hit

slapped the

struck, his

It was a phantom!

time, he

we’re out of the sect, you’ll already be

tingle, and every hair on him

around, John was already swept